slumbering in the fires

with the rains the desires to and images of war washed out great floods swept away what little we have allowed to remain in thos...

in a darkened parking lot sitting under a street lamp with aloneness on top of everything waiting for someone or death and i...

days bear down. a tiny thin hope snaps in the wind, its end is silent and deafening. how can i tell you it won't change, not a ...

driving into and through the mountains for weeks meandering on this road or that. you crest the hill in the dusted, distant sunlight ...

my chest heaves i awake and can't move can't see i feel almost nothing, just the tug of the anchor holding me under. gent...

the ennui of this exhaustion stretches over the vastness in these hours that even the hissing of insects and the clicking of ...

that waitress will not give you the time don't even ask do not even think it she'll only break your yellow little heart the...

the night has grown tired with you and your sorrow. could you please shut up? could you peel back your face? can't you ...

our turgid souls plodding through the disquiet ruins of our filthily livid yellow days.

i feel you walk through my heart do you see what i see? the exhausted trajectory of my evolution do you see these absurditie...

the din of this place, impossible but it's good to get away and onto the streets and into the cafes where you know ...

the moonlight matches the sound the music floods your eyes you know the pain will burn and sting sweet like the richest honey you k...

this space i occupied no longer goes soft and comfortable the walls wept when the songs played my blood boiled as i sle...

i drift into daydreams brave but incomplete and words flow and i believed in then and i believed in them i said i would d...

murdering the days, even the sunlight turns blood red and thick, viscous with clot slyly in sorrow the yellow lights blink on blin...

there is a knocking at the base and sides of my skull i struggle for words as the drowning do for air there is a constriction and interferen...

my eyes grow dark and dim bleared with ravenous desires as the glow emanates from your center burning holes through the crisp skies that eve...

i think of Lorca in the field beneath spain's cruel sun field wrens screeching the gypsies' lament startled by sharp and abrupt repo...

the rider's bones clattered and clanked behind a dusted horse on the cobbled empty streets awash with the early rains that brought us al...

here is where i long to stand undeserving to witness even a glimpse, i have prodigiously, wasted its beauty. yet i have dragged through pain...